classic faerietale; no love, lots of bloodshed.

i woke up with a nose bleed.
what a way to start the day
and it hurts too much to look at you
cause i know you’d look away

i started to cough
and i thought there might be blood.
that night, my hands were soft,
but now they’re dry and rough.

it started with a list entitled
“The Pros and Cons of You”
i can’t erase from my mind your smile
or all that we went through.

it ended with some things
we won’t mention anymore.
i’m back to square one like five months ago
and i’m wondering what all that was for.

well, at least we played our parts well
cause how could anyone think
that i had a chance in hell
at breaking the heart
of someone like you?

and this is the part
oh the part in the story
where all of our actions
get a little more gory.
baby, I’m not in this for the glory.
i’m just here to be your
memento mori.

please, don’t try to sell me
your school boy apathy
like a whore even i wouldn’t buy
tell me, why do i even try?

what’s going on in your head?

i’d just like to tell you
you weren’t right at all
screaming never stops the pain
it just shocks away the initial fall.

and this is the part
oh the part in the story
where all of our actions
get a little more gory.
baby, i’m not in this for the glory.
i’m just here to be your
memento mori.

i don’t know how to write about love
but i swear, i’m trying my best
tell me dear, am i failing you?
or is it just your test?